Posted by Elizabeth on 12/5/2002, 6:35 am
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We thought it would be fun for Peter to describe what he saw from the observer's perspective and then for Emma and I to add our own impressions, as the participants! I think the account of my first catfight with Jane, that I helped Peter to write, captured well the feeling of almost unbearable excitement that I had before my first fight! After this fight I knew I was ready to face Monica, my goal for the past year. "I knew" I was ready to face her in fact after Peter had been teaching me how to fight for about a month! I knew it all by then, of course! His answer to that was to take me to the park one day and teach me how to ride a bike. I hadn't been allowed to have a bike by my parents because they were "too dangerous" along with everything else! I was hopeless at first but, by the end of an hour, I'd more or less got the hang of it. Peter told me that in terms of fighting skills I was where I had been at the start of the bike lesson! I didn't bug him again about fighting Monica for at least another month after that! Peter also taught me how to play chess and told me that fighting was just like chess in the way that you had to plan your sequence of moves in advance. He told me that was what a boxer did when throwing a combination but that it was applicable to any type of fighting moves you could employ in a free for all. I applied this principle successfully in my fights with Jane and Monica and the second fight with Emma [but not in the first, when I forgot everything he had taught me!]. He also taught me that sometimes your plan will go by the board and you have to be prepared to rely on your instincts, it is simply better if you can impose your plan on your opponent. Sound advice I think. I was thrilled with my victory over Monica, a much bigger girl, who, I had convinced myself, was the bane of my existance. To have Peter witness me beat her so decisively and to feel his intense desire for me as he made love to me afterwards was a real high point of my life. My only regret was that Monica wouldn't fight me again! Father exploded when we told him of our intention to marry at 18. Just after I had gone to bed however he knocked and came in to make amends, like the softy he is. He ended predictably by telling me that I'd always be his little girl. Yes father, but what would you think if you knew that your shy little girl had recently fought, practically naked, in vicious no holds barred catfights, with two other girls and had actually beaten them both? I wondered. I went to sleep dreaming of my favourite fantasy, a re-match with Monica where she overpowered me. As I submitted to her, I came. It was Emma of course who explained to me what this meant. I am eternally grateful to her for that - it was a huge relief to find that I wasn't the only person in the world who thought like that. I hadn't mentioned it to Peter because I knew he wouldn't understand. Still doesn't really, I think! From the moment my eyes met Emma's I knew that something significant was going to happen between us. I felt an intense physical attraction for her. I also felt a desire to compete with her physically, to struggle with her, to find out which one of us was better, to overpower or be overpowered by her. At first this was simply a desire to wrestle with her, as I'd done a lot of that with Cath and Jane up to that time. I knew it would be better with Emma though because we would be more evenly matched. Cath was always too strong for me really and I counted myself lucky if I could get an occasional submission from her - she was too strong to pin! I loved it of course but the result was always predictable and frustratingly out of my control. As I wrestled more and more with Cath though I undoubtedly improved, to the point where wrestling Jane became less of a challenge for me than I was for Cath! This willowy, sexy girl Emma however appeared to be about my size and I thought: even if she's never wrestled before, something about her tells me she'll soon get the hang of it! It came as a shock to realise that she would also be an ideal opponent for my long suppressed nude catfight fantasy! I'd gone through all this in my head before she came back to collect our meal trays. Peter's comments had egged me on and I soon realised that Emma was making it as obvious as she could without saying it directly that she wanted to have a threesome with us. I wondered how she read us so easily as being up for one! Did we have signs on our foreheads or something? She was obviously very experienced and self assured and I loved the idea of matching myself against her, in front of Peter! When she came and sat next to me on her rest break we started touching each other lightly. I felt a real thrill at our first touch. I wanted to proposition her then and there but I was enjoying her making all the running too much! I'd whispered to Peter that we should both focus on making love to her and pretty much ignore each other the first night. I couldn't believe the way she responded, she was so wild and uninhibited! Interestingly, I'd had the same idea as Emma of tentatively suggesting a wrestle to her after a few days. If she'd gone for that I'd decided I'd definitely suggest a catfight. I wanted to fight with her really badly by then and I was a long way from home with nothing to lose, I reasoned. It was much sexier the way it actually came about, of course. I knew from the way she asked me that she obviously had a few far out there fantasies of her own. I somehow knew all along where she was leading me and that it would be OK.